Dear boy,
it's only your first day outfield and my first day to school, believe it or not, so damn many freaking stuffs happened.

first, i woke up in the morning only to realise that my wallet's missing AGAIN. yes, AGAIN. like fuck it, how many times will i wanna lose my wallet in a few months. i remembered keeping the change from the cab home last night and the last time i saw my wallet was probably at my doorstep when i put it down to take e keys from my bag to open the door. now i'm not sure if i'm suppose to go make a new ez-link card cause eunice say they'll replace ours in a few months time.
i don't think i'll be able to get it back this time. probably some fucking ass shit would have took it when he pass by but then again since mine is a corner block, the ones will only be my neighbours. hence the next possiblilty could only be the newspaper man. i shall write a note in my wallet next time, "please take the money if you want but return me my stuffs."
all our neos and movies tix plus photos since day one are in there and it's fuckingly GONE.

next was in school.
we were suppose to go publicize nyjc in the different sec schools and fuckingly suay being the last few classes in number, we were sent to commonwealth sec which's in west coast. west coast. it's like on some end of the island and guess what, NO TRANSPORT BACK. wow. plus losing my wallet in the morning means i've gotta pay a freaking hell alot to take mrt back(mrt doesn't have concession rates without an ezlink card)

third, Mr.Kooi, my maths teacher just called and scolded for the past thirty-five minutes.
i'm to blame for not doing my hol work, i recognize that. and he did ask me to drop the subject and change it since i'm not interested in it anyway. please, hell in the world if there's still something else for me other than maths, i'll gladly drop the subject. and then i've still gotta say it through my mouth that i'm interested in the subject. fuck it, who doesn't know i hate maths. but what can i do about it, there's still a requirement for 3H2s and i can't do chem too. so as you can see, i'm just not a science person.
well, too bad, i'll just have to puke with maths for this one last year and i promise i'm so gonna celebrate when everything about maths for me ends in a year's time. i promise him i'll do out a timetable and show him tmr and complete the hmwrk by next mid-wk which of course he thinks it's impossible for me. adding on, he promised he'll talk to my dad tonight. i'm so screwed.

if only you were around to hear me out, it's been bad today.

real bad.

it's fuckingly fucked up bad.
i know turning 18 doesn't entitles me to the world of vulgarities(i'm sorry) but i'm feeling a hell load inside now and if there's only a somebody who'd call and tell me i can go through all this.